Synth Single Review: “Running The Red Light’’ by Palm Lakes
Palm Lakes’ Running the Red Light is a high-energy blast of wild desire. The song begins with a dynamic beat full of classic ’80s sound as the guitar leaps into the music with brilliant energy. The active bassline surfs along as the prismatic synth mingles with Tim Hardwick’s vocals, creating a lively explosion, while the metallic synth exudes luminescence.
In the chorus, both singers give their all to fill the music with excitement as the guitar swirls with galvanizing uplift. I enjoy the youthful joy that permeates the guitar while the rhythm pulses dynamically. Nikki Simmons sends out her powerfully compelling vocals, full of soulful strength, before both singers call out in passionate expression.
Ian Hardwick’s guitar adds rocking strength, cutting cleanly, as the drums rebound. Now the guitar line sparkles with happy liveliness while Tim Hardwick captures an impending thrill and the chorus flies again, free and full of positive emotion. The beat is unstoppable while the two singers add free-flowing hope, and the guitar carries the music to an end, full of lambent power.
In a “gin mill of fedora hats and beauty queens,” the first storyteller didn’t really want to make a scene. When he was in the home of rock and roll, the song’s subject “threw the key,” and as he danced on the rooftop, the second narrator said, “Wanna make a memory? Well, come on!” Now the two of them are “running all the red lights in the night.”
Our second narrator has had her 15 minutes of fame, “beamed into every home from an early age.” The song’s subject saw “the spotlight on his skin, the humidity. In the “far eastern pearl,” The first storyteller said to the narrator, “Wanna make a memory? Well, come on!” as they ran all the red lights at night.
“The noise and neon light, the thrill of a first night” is what the storyteller feels. He hears a knocking at the door and realizes, “I guess we met before.” That meeting is now a small part of a whole and the other person is “a little part of everything.”
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